Verse 1.
29 still spittin’ with an attitude
middle finger with a smile show a bit of gratitude (AYE)
This is light work checking if the pressure good
Tune it to the max and I be slapping all you Peckerwood’s
Wish I’ll quit but I don’t, Will I die no I won’t
Im preparing you motherfuckers for turbulence
Ain’t no coincidence I’m a high grade spitter I just eat beats (YEAH)
It’s chicken dinner for winners - Man I’m used to all that smacktalk
The Rock gon’ smell it, embedded to cause a ripple I cripple whoever steppin’
I’m preppin’ to get a mention definitive to that ILL SHIT
Kill switch (FUCK EM) I dead em’ all in an instant
Let me hit you with this next shit
I hardly ever flex non fiction with the mic grips
Cause I ain’t even mad though and I ain’t getting mad dough
And I ain’t gotta say that you noticing what I am though
Who the fuck see’s me I’m a ghost these days,
I get the urge then I burn em’ with a smile on my face,
My cliques small plenty people wanna test that steez,
But I chill.. Then I cut em’ when it suits my needs,
I got nothing left to ramble on, I gamble on a marathon
Of shit I think and laugh about, to conjure up the raps I’m on
Fucking up the scenery usually never new to me
So let me demonstrate what it do to me

Hook
Cause we ain’t got no time for these ego’s
We fucking up the scene wherever we go x2

Bridge
You ain’t gotta flex on me with your bullshit
Move quick, full clip, BLOAW when a fool slips